AUGUST

_Aug. 3._--There may be more argumentative jobs than thinning apples,

but, as yet, I have not come across them. For the past couple of weeks I

have been constantly on the defensive. Everybody seems to think that I

am more destructive than a windstorm and that I am simply wasting

apples. But the last time Mr. Clement came to see the orchard he said

that there was altogether too much fruit, that it would not mature

properly, and that if I wanted good fruit I would have to pick off a

large percentage. Mine not to question why, mine but to do or die--and I

went at it. In all the time I have been able to spare from other work

and from arguments I have been stripping apples from the trees until the

ground is covered with them. It does look like a slaughter, but there

are still so many apples on the trees that there should be a big enough

crop to satisfy any one. Besides, I have a little demonstration of the

value of thinning the apples that satisfies me entirely. There are two

branches of the Red Astrachan that according to the traditions of the

orchard have never borne on the same year as the rest of the tree. When

we were spraying in the spring these branches had such a trifling

sprinkling of blossoms that I thought they were going to live up to

their reputation. The rest of the tree was full of bloom. However, the

whole tree was sprayed thoroughly and the straggling blossoms on the

branches that were supposed to have missed were saved as well as the

rest. At the present time the Red Astrachans are ripe and the two

off-year branches are fairly well loaded with magnificent apples. Now

that each stray blossom has matured in a perfect apple those branches

are a sight worth seeing. Of course the rest of the tree is loaded, but

the apples are small and many of them are badly shaped. All the best

apples are on the two branches that were supposed to have missed. And I

am inclined to think that the big apples on these branches would weigh

fully as much as the small apples that are crowded on any two similar

branches in the other part of the tree. And the big apples are not only

a delight to the eye, but they are ripened better and are of finer

flavour. An examination of that tree would convince any one that it does

not pay to have too much fruit on the tree, but I seem to be about the

only one it has convinced. "It just happened that way."

When Mr. Clement ordered the thinning to be done I admit I started at it

with reluctance. There was one tree in particular that I hated to touch.

It is a small tree that has nothing in it but fruit wood and every twig

and spray is loaded. No one is able to tell me what kind it is, but

those who are familiar with the orchard say it is a better apple than

the Spy. Now, if there is a better apple than the Spy I want to know

what it is. Yet they say that in the winter when they wanted a good

apple to eat they would always take this one in preference to all

others. Up to the present I have tasted no apple that suits my taste so

thoroughly as a good ripe Spy and my mouth is watering already at the

prospect of having something better. I have a sneaking hope that it is a

new variety. I know that there are a few natural fruits in the orchard

that grew from roots of the planted trees after the grafts had died.

Wouldn't it be great luck if this was one? I cannot imagine how it could

be a better apple than the Spy and not be known to everybody, if it is

an established variety. Anyway, this tree is so beautifully loaded that

it has been the show tree of the orchard. I always take every one to see

it. But when Mr. Clement looked at it he said, "At least one-third of

those apples should come off"--and they have come off. When he looked at

the tree the fruit was not sufficiently developed for him to say what

the variety is--especially as it is said to be better than the Spy. The

number of apples that are better than the Spy must be very limited, but

he did not seem to know what they could be any more than I do. I guess

he must like Spies, too.

Though it was a painful job to pick so many apples off my pet tree, I

was not much happier when thinning the Spies. I wished that there was

some way of making them all mature properly, but as that way does not

seem to be known to the scientists I did as I was told. But I didn't

thin very savagely. I confined myself largely to apples that were badly

formed or showed some blemish. Here and there on the lower branches

there were occasional scabs and a few appeared to have been bitten or

stung by insects, but on the whole the fruit looks clean and thrifty.

The Baldwins, Kings, and Pippins were well loaded, but did not need any

thinning. The chief destruction took place among the Ben Davises and

Pewaukees. According to Mr. Clement, they had twice too many apples, and

I guess he was right, for some of the branches were breaking under their

load of fruit some weeks ago. I did not mind stripping the fruit from

these inferior kinds, and it was an easier job as all I had to consider

was the number of apples to be left on the branches. They were all clean

and well formed, but on the Pewaukees especially they were so plentiful

that some branches looked like clusters of grapes. On one branch I found

a cluster of fifteen apples growing so close to one another that they

could not move. They were wedged together like Brazil nuts. It would be

impossible for such clusters to mature and colour properly, and thinning

them out seemed to me a perfectly reasonable process, though when other

people saw the apples on the ground they protested and could not

understand why so much fruit should be wasted. Judging from all I have

heard thinning apples must be something new in this part of the country.

_Aug. 5._--Now that the celery is banked up and blanching properly I

feel like expressing surprise that more farmers do not raise this

excellent vegetable. It is easy to raise--the proof being that I can

raise it. Every year we have had better luck with the celery than with

anything else in the garden. We sow the seed in the spring when the

ground is warm, transplant early in August, and then keep the ground

clean. An hour's work each week sufficed to care for five hundred

plants. The celery has been no harder to attend to than the potatoes. I

am afraid too many people regard celery as a luxury, and would only

think of raising it to sell. Our experience has been that we do not tire

of it even though we have it every day in the fall and winter, and I

regard it just as necessary to our winter supplies as potatoes. In the

past we have pitted it in trenches in the ground, but last winter the

mice got into some of the trenches, and this year they are so plentiful

we do not dare to take any chances. The intention is to make a concrete

root-house in a side-hill and keep the celery in it. This vegetable has

something of a high-toned reputation because it is always served at

banquets, but there is no reason why it should not be on every farmer's

table. When it is crisp and well developed everybody likes it. All it

needs to make it grow properly is an abundance of fertiliser and that is

easy to get on the farm. We raise our celery in an old barn yard and I

have yet to find any that beats our home grown. Our favourite is the

White Plume, and though it is listed as a fall variety we have had it in

first-class condition in February and a neighbour managed to keep it in

a cellar all through March. Besides being good eating I am assured that

its food and even medicinal values are high.

An altogether too meagre newspaper report tells that when President

Creelman of the O.A.C. was addressing the guests at a luncheon given by

the directors of the Industrial Exhibition in Toronto he said that there

is a crying need for fun on the farm. I have noticed that. Farms are

terribly serious-minded places. It was a city poet, not a country poet,

who wrote:

"I dance at work, I dance at play,

I dance the whole d--d livelong day."

Hard work seems to kill a man's capacity for fun, and of hard work on a

farm there seems to be no end. But if Professor Creelman has any scheme

for enlivening the labour of the farm so that men will sing at their

work he will do as much for them as he can by teaching scientific

farming.